About 10 years ago I befriended a lovely woman, that I shall call Jade. Jade, like me was quite interested in the paranormal. Our reasons were different though as she, having lost a son was curious in life after death. I, having felt ghosts my whole life, wanted to hone my craft more. Jade had just joined a Ghost Hunter society in our state and was interested in starting her own local chapter. She was hopeful to gather a group to hunt in Eastern Washington. She was in need of a "sensitive" for her new assembly and was very interested in my abilities. I didn't consider myself that experienced, but knew I had some "ghost feeling talent" yet, needed practice.
Jade felt I should start with her house for some more practice. Since she and her family first moved in to the 1900 house there had been some activity. The activity increased after some remodeling and old pamphlets from the KKK had been found in her wall! She hoped some long dead racist was not haunting the place. Luckily, the haunting had seemed playful almost child-like in nature. She did not feel that could have been her deceased son. She (and I) felt he was too busy enjoying his time in heaven with loved ones. We didn't speak of him too much or how he passed - I never wanted to press her for any details and possibly upset her. I could see that she was still quite broken-hearted over his loss.
She lived about two hours away from me in a tiny little town. Her dark green, white trimmed house was adorable. It resembled a small Victorian cottage. It was two-story, with a gingerbread trim front porch surrounded by huge shade trees that must have been planted as the house went up. Even the lilac hedge on the side was old and had grown more into a line of lilac "trees" than a hedge. I loved this little place and wanted it for myself!
She took me on a tour of her sweet place to see if I could pick up anything. I did not pick up on a presence anyplace in the house or the usual feeling of being watched. Strangely, what I did continually "see" was what paranormal activities the family had witnessed in the past. For instance, she took me up the narrow wooden stairs to two cute bedrooms tucked under the eaves. At the top of the stairs was a funky little cupboard door built into the wall. I told her that I felt something had happened with that cupboard and baby clothes? She opened it to show me that it was now empty but a few months before it had stored many baby clothes and items. Her and her husband had been gone with the house locked up only to return to find every item in that cupboard had been tossed down and along the stairs.
I asked her if her large palm plant in the corner of her living room ever shook and she told me that yes, especially during the renovation. I also "knew" that the kitchen had been added on and a spirit at one time had been seen walking out a "back door" that was no longer there. She confirmed that yes, her husband saw a "person" walk through the back wall. I could actually see used smudge bundles around the house and knew that she had been cleansing. I felt that the renovation had stirred up a few souls but honestly seemed gone now. Hopefully the KKK pamphlet left in the wall was to hide it away at some long ago time... Though personally I think they should have burned it. Blah! Bigots!
We decided to go ahead and take a walk around the yard and garden. I just sensed old growth and beauty. I pointed out some heirloom flowers that she didn't know she had (I love to garden) and I admired the large trees and lilac hedge up close. We walked along the front of the house then I started up a side driveway that ended at the back of the house. Jayde was following me and as I got half way up the driveway, it hit me.
The pain in my chest and crippling, heart breaking emotion that overcame me still makes me cry to think of it today. My hands immediately went to my heart and I began to sob. These were overpowering sobs that I have never experienced in my life. All I could mutter was "what happened here?" I turned and Jade stood behind me also sobbing. "I'm so sorry," she choked, "sooo sorry...didn't think you would pick this up." She took a deep breath and said, "This is where Liam died." Her son. I ran to her and held her in that driveway, both of us with tears streaming. She was trying to apologize to me, but I wanted so badly to comfort HER. I couldn't tell at that point if the pain I was feeling was his physical pain at the time or her agonizing heartbreak. The poor grieving woman had to walk me shaking into the house, sat me down and gave me a beer and a cigarette. (shut it... Do not judge the emotionally wrecked psychic) She explained to me that a few years earlier Liam's baby brother was in a parked car in the driveway and it began to roll down the drive. Liam ran behind it trying to stop it and it killed him instantly. We sat and gathered our thoughts and emotions for a while. I assured her that Liam was not earthbound but the event must have left an impression there that I was not prepared to feel. I didn't know I even had the ability to feel something like that. I was shaken to the core. It took me over an hour to calm down enough for the drive home.
About a half hour into the drive home, my throat began to swell and hurt. I did not feel well at all. I pulled over to call my best friend and tell her I was on my way home and was ok. (I knew she had been worried about me and my hunting for ghosties) When she picked up and I tried to talk, I had lost my voice! Only horsey squeaks came out! It took me a few attempts to finally get her to understand that it was me and I was fine - only coming down with something. I made it home and proceeded to get so ill. It was one of the worst and only cases of bronchitis I had ever experienced. My chest burned and I could not speak for two weeks. It took a lot of antibiotics to recover.
I know now that the cause of little Liam's death was a sudden, large tear in his heart muscle. I just don't know if I was so sick from feeling his pain or the pain of his mother's loss, or if I just didn't know what I was getting into. That was going to be my last ghost hunt.